a post in three parts
just add water
at long last, i have updated milo's picture page. new pics start just past halfway down the page. or, scroll down the page to watch him grow. just like those sea monkeys.
happy, happy birthday
i have just had the best weekend ever. on friday, justin whisked me away to fabulous downtown...cleveland. he got us a deluxe room at the wyndham, in the theater district, and i used two fresh towels per bath, and had fabulous italian food for dinner, and went to see a play, and then my mom brought our lovely son to us, and we all had a lovely night, and then breakfast in bed, a workout and a swim, and then a good greek lunch before we went back home. saturday night, justin and i walked to a trendy/modern mexican place in our neighborhood that we had been saving for a special occasion, and we ate the best guacamole ever in the history of the world (with goat cheese and tomatoes stirred in) on hot tortilla chips adrift in waves of sea salt and lime juice oh my god. then we walked to our neighborhood crepe shop for a grand marnier crepe, and it was so, so nice. yesterday, my mom made a lovely breakfast (including strawberry bruschetta - so fabulous), and i caught up on pictures, and then we went to my mother-in-law's and ate piles of eggplant, and chocolate cake, and milo gave me his present: his handprints in a frame. absolutely perfect.
on a related note, i noticed the other day that milo had green gunk under his tiny little fingernails. at first, i was horrified to think he had some fungus; then i realized it wasn't fungus but about hurt myself trying to figure out what he could have been scratching to get that gunk under his nails. last night, i realized it was green paint from the handprint project. what a relief!
swordfights for grown women
today i pumped away from home for the first time. the good news is, i pumped the most i had ever pumped, and i'm the only person in the building currently using the pumping room, so i get to keep the key. the bad news is, the room is filthy. there was dried milk on the upholstered chairs, the tray tables, the carpet, the walls, the door. who does that? i can see an occasional accident, but milk splattered all over a 10x10 room??? how is it possible? it can only be intentional, right? (and in a related puzzle, why would they put four nursing chairs in the room? were they expecting that women would all sit in there together with their co-workers with their boobs hanging out while staring at each other???) i complained (of course) and by the time i went back for the afternoon pumping, the tray tables had been cleaned and the floor vaccummed, but there had better be some shampooing going on in there, and pronto, or i am going to be one disgruntled employee.
besides the filthy pumping room, coming back to work has been okay. i got a little tearful last night when i was feeding milo before bed, thinking about how he'd probably read "war and peace" today or cure cancer or something, and i'd be missing it. but then he refused to go to sleep until 12:08 am, and then our perfect little sleeper woke up at 2:00 am. and then he woke up again at 4:36 am, demanding to be fed. it made it pretty easy to leave this morning. but i'm looking forward to seeing him now. my mom is on her way home with him from justin's grandmother's, and we'll be reunited in exactly 34 minutes!
at long last, i have updated milo's picture page. new pics start just past halfway down the page. or, scroll down the page to watch him grow. just like those sea monkeys.
happy, happy birthday
i have just had the best weekend ever. on friday, justin whisked me away to fabulous downtown...cleveland. he got us a deluxe room at the wyndham, in the theater district, and i used two fresh towels per bath, and had fabulous italian food for dinner, and went to see a play, and then my mom brought our lovely son to us, and we all had a lovely night, and then breakfast in bed, a workout and a swim, and then a good greek lunch before we went back home. saturday night, justin and i walked to a trendy/modern mexican place in our neighborhood that we had been saving for a special occasion, and we ate the best guacamole ever in the history of the world (with goat cheese and tomatoes stirred in) on hot tortilla chips adrift in waves of sea salt and lime juice oh my god. then we walked to our neighborhood crepe shop for a grand marnier crepe, and it was so, so nice. yesterday, my mom made a lovely breakfast (including strawberry bruschetta - so fabulous), and i caught up on pictures, and then we went to my mother-in-law's and ate piles of eggplant, and chocolate cake, and milo gave me his present: his handprints in a frame. absolutely perfect.
on a related note, i noticed the other day that milo had green gunk under his tiny little fingernails. at first, i was horrified to think he had some fungus; then i realized it wasn't fungus but about hurt myself trying to figure out what he could have been scratching to get that gunk under his nails. last night, i realized it was green paint from the handprint project. what a relief!
swordfights for grown women
today i pumped away from home for the first time. the good news is, i pumped the most i had ever pumped, and i'm the only person in the building currently using the pumping room, so i get to keep the key. the bad news is, the room is filthy. there was dried milk on the upholstered chairs, the tray tables, the carpet, the walls, the door. who does that? i can see an occasional accident, but milk splattered all over a 10x10 room??? how is it possible? it can only be intentional, right? (and in a related puzzle, why would they put four nursing chairs in the room? were they expecting that women would all sit in there together with their co-workers with their boobs hanging out while staring at each other???) i complained (of course) and by the time i went back for the afternoon pumping, the tray tables had been cleaned and the floor vaccummed, but there had better be some shampooing going on in there, and pronto, or i am going to be one disgruntled employee.
besides the filthy pumping room, coming back to work has been okay. i got a little tearful last night when i was feeding milo before bed, thinking about how he'd probably read "war and peace" today or cure cancer or something, and i'd be missing it. but then he refused to go to sleep until 12:08 am, and then our perfect little sleeper woke up at 2:00 am. and then he woke up again at 4:36 am, demanding to be fed. it made it pretty easy to leave this morning. but i'm looking forward to seeing him now. my mom is on her way home with him from justin's grandmother's, and we'll be reunited in exactly 34 minutes!
posted by laura at 5:26 PM
6 Comments:
Only four chairs.
I'm just imagining you and three of your girlfriends shooting milk at each other in a giggle filled frenzy.
Ofcourse, you're all in your underpants, probably only using your breasts for lack of pillows, or perhaps, it's you milkmaids versus a team of four other pillow wielding girlfriends?
That must be it.
Photo 116 - an interesting way to keep Milo asleep. Is it legal though?
You need to hand the camera over Mum, and get into some more of those photos. You are such a gorgeous family:)
Ok, justin's comment blows mine away...
so i will stick with saying -- Milo is sooo cute! Even my husband (who typically does not care for babies) said 'oh, pretty baby!'. Thank you for the pictures! You are a beautiful family.
Milo is adorable!
Oohh, Strawberry Bruschetta? That sounds fantastic. Do you have the recipe?
You sound so good. I'm pumping in a filthy room too, but Mimi's old enough that I don't worry too much. I mean she eats dirt, so ???
You are such a good mom. You shame me for all the mommy bitching I do. And it sounds like you had a great birthday and your mom is a goddess and your little boy is so so so beautiful.
Can I say again he is gorgeous?
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